My landlord, and owner of the establishment, lived in the downstairs area with his wife. She was a semi-invalid, whom one never saw. Huck Hammond, the...landlord, was a fifty-something thickset man. He always wore elasticized shorts that were faded with age and t-shirts with logos and slogans, which he had presumably received as promotional gifts. The t-shirts were always soiled, presumably from the handiwork he did around the place.Huck had a broad and unattractive face, which was covered with. . Another blow to my tanned cheek, leaving it red raw with his finger prints, I gasped as the pain tore through my young body.After what felt like a life-time, he stopped, his hand running up my back, pausing as he pushed me flat on his oak desk, his other rough hand would find my thigh again, teasing me as he trailed his finger back and forth against my smooth skin, I suddenly felt a jolt of pain, yet pleausre, he had thrusted two long, rough fingers into my moist fuck hole, I gasped with. He kept sucking my thighs, coming close to my cock, but he never takes it. At this point, I am begging him.“For God sake Justin, Please Suck it”He doesn’t respond just keeps sucking the area around it.My turn. All at once I flipped around to where his back was against the wall. Gave him the look that I was about to punish him, but this is what he wanted.I lifted his shirt up in one swift motion, then slid his pants down and without warning drove my raging hard on deep into his hole. He was more. She's out of breath. I pick up the pace. I’m going so hard that my balls hit her pussy and clit. It almost hurts me. Her pussy squeezes tight and pulses. Her body wants my cum so bad and her pussy is making it impossible to let go. It wants my milk deep inside with a hungry force. She screams and cries in agony. I slowly down thinking I’m hurting her. She orders me to go harder. I’m now ramming into her with all my strength. My balls flying back and forth. Her ass cheeks are quaking in every.